Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Coleen was fuming, the kind of fuming that made her want to grab the nearest pillow and scream into it. One moment she was all calm and collected, and the next, she was storming back into the hospital room, demanding to speak with her so-called best friend's

significant other. "Chad, get out here right now!"

Her son, who couldn't hide his smirk, got an earful. "Go on, your highness is throwing a fit again, calling you out by name."

Chad stood from his chair and ventured out into the hallway.

There, Jade's face was as red as a ripe tomato. "Mia never said that, you liar!"

Chad shrugged. "Oh, is that so? Guess I'm getting old and my memory's betraying me."

"Chad!" Jade was grinding her teeth so hard she could've turned a lollipop into dust.

Back at Maplewood Estates, Andre, who had just tucked his son into bed, braced himself for Mia's tirade.

"You lied, Andre! Molly never told you any of those things about me!"

loud it woke up their sleeping son,

shot Andre a glare that could freeze lava. "You're such

like peace was on the horizon, the men's foolishness had pushed their women

christening party. "Mia, have you sorted everything out with Andre? Have you arranged

one thing at a

sting of worry. "You mean to tell me you haven't

much with her husband due to their spat, and he hadn't

period. As he held his sleeping grandson, he indulged in the satisfaction of seeing his good genes at work in the little one's cherubic face. Around seven,

an extra billion on her card, begrudgingly returned to the

the couple leaned against the headboard, Mia reviewed her notebook full of

"Give me that list, and

I've got this. You're swamped with work and dealing

of duty, Andre conceded to some of her plans but insisted on handling

capable husband, suggested she might work